This is a song about "Endz and opps"

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Just, gotta sit in a chair, opps i think i heard a tear, nope, it was just a bear

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Knees dug deep into the pavement

Grab the scissors and saws and

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Hoping that he's listening

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,